Chapter 2544: Chapter 2543: Laughing Last!
At the mont, in the battlefield, Lin Dong and the phantom beast stood facing each other.
The two hadn’t made a move, but ever since their eyes t, they had already started a psychic battle.
“Next, let us decide who’s superior with our ntal power!”
Lin Dong shouted in a deep voice, slowly raising his hands. Between his palms, a faint light began to condense — a manifestation of his ntal power.
The phantom beast let out a low growl, seemingly sensing Lin Dong’s determination, and likewise, mobilized the vast ntal power within itself.
Instantly, the entire space seed to be torn apart by an invisible force. Two torrents of ntal power collided fiercely, erupting with a deafening boom.
The fight imdiately entered a fever pitch. Lin Dong unleashed a “Psychic Storm”; countless tiny thoughts intertwined like sharp blades, weaving into a densely packed web that surged towards the phantom beast.
Yet the phantom beast was not to be outdone, using “Psychic Barrier” for defense, manifesting a thick spiritual power shield around its body to deflect those sharp thoughts.
Followed by this, Lin Dong attempted to use “Spiritual Imprint”, trying to leave an indelible mark in the phantom beast’s spirit world to disrupt its thoughts.
However, the phantom beast seed prepared for this. Its ntal power transford into countless tentacles, agilely capturing and eliminating those intruding imprints.
“Sword of Spiritual Power!” Lin Dong employed it, conjuring tens of thousands of psychic power swords, rging into one aid at the phantom beast.
The phantom beast gathered a towering spiritual power shield, a thousand ters high, to block Lin Dong’s Sword of Spiritual Power.
One attacking, one defending, neither could overco the other.
As ti flowed like water, the exhaustive day-and-night battle had drained both of their ntal powers to the utmost.
Sweat beaded densely on Lin Dong’s forehead; his face was pale like paper, clearly at the end of his rope.
Although fatigued, the phantom beast’s ntal power still exceeded Lin Dong’s considerably.
“Haha, human, your ntal power is exhausted, admit defeat!” the phantom beast laughed bitterly, its laughter echoed in the night sky, sounding particularly harsh.
At this crucial mont, a hint of cold laughter flashed in Lin Dong’s eyes.
His mouth curled into an arc, murmuring, “Admit defeat? You underestimate !”
He reached into his bosom, taking out an exquisite small porcelain bottle, pouring out a crystal-clear, faintly glowing pill — the Soul Supplent Pill.
This was painstakingly concocted over many days, prepared specifically for enhancing and restoring ntal power.
Without Hesitation, Lin Dong swallowed the Soul Supplent Pill; once inside, it dissolved instantly. A gentle yet powerful force surged into his sea of spirit, rejuvenating his exhausted ntal power swiftly, even surpassing his previous peak state.
Feeling Lin Dong’s sudden surge in ntal power, for the first ti, shock appeared in the phantom beast’s eyes.
It could not believe that in this Age of Dharma End, soone could possess such a precious Soul Supplent Pill.
“This… how is this possible!” the phantom beast’s voice carried disbelief, “How could you have such a precious dicine as the Soul Supplent Pill?”
To the side, Luo Xue witnessed all of this, her heart filled with imnse astonishnt.
The ergence of the Soul Supplent Pill increased her curiosity and speculation about Lin Dong’s identity.
She darkly pondered, “Who gave him this Soul Supplent Pill? Not many in the Hidden Clan can produce such a pill.”
“And earlier, it was a whole bottle, not just a simple one. Could it be that he honed it himself?”
Thinking of this, her expression turned incredibly complex…
anwhile, Lin Dong took advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack again. This ti, his ntal power surged like an ocean, vast and mighty.
“Sword of Spiritual Power! All swords shoot forth!”
Once more, he condensed his ntal power.
Then slowly raised his right hand, fingertips quivering slightly, as the intangible ntal power instantly ford a sharp Sword of Spiritual Power. The sword tip pointed directly toward the huge and hideous phantom beast ahead.
Upon seeing this, a trace of fright and unwillingness flashed in the phantom beast’s eyes. It knew Lin Dong’s strength was unlike before. But as the dominator of this domain, how could it easily concede defeat?
It opened a great mouth and spat out a peculiar blueish-glowing fruit — an ultimate treasure called Soul Spirit Fruit, cherished over many years to replenish ntal power in crucial monts.
With the Soul Spirit Fruit’s consumption, the phantom beast’s aura suddenly surged. Previously languid ntal fluctuations beca again turbulent and mighty, causing even the surrounding air to tremble.
It let out a skyward roar, seemingly declaring its defiance and counterattack.
“Co, let us see if your will is firr or my sword sharper!”
Lin Dong remained fearless. Faced with the phantom beast’s full-force counterattack, he not only did not retreat but again took a Soul Supplent Pill from the bottle, swallowing it without hesitation.
This ti, Lin Dong’s ntal power reached an unprecedented height, expansive like the sea, profound and boundless.
He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the psychic battle with the phantom beast.
Between the two, invisible ntal storms raged, distorting and reshaping space.
As ti progressed, the phantom beast gradually showed signs of fatigue. Although temporarily strengthened by the Soul Spirit Fruit, it ultimately could not withstand Lin Dong’s endless, seemingly inexhaustible ntal power.
Despair began to draw across its eyes. Each psychic assault appeared increasingly feeble.
“It’s over,” Lin Dong whispered, his voice light yet carrying an undeniable resolve.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, shooting sharp rays from his gaze, as his ntal power gathered to the extre, no longer rely a singular sword but transford into a Sky-covering Sword Rain, each one exceptionally sharp, directly aid at the phantom beast.
Seeing this, the phantom beast wanted to escape, but found itself tightly encircled by Lin Dong’s spiritual power barrier with nowhere to run.
It let out a final mournful cry, yet could only helplessly watch as those tens of thousands of ntal power swords in the air intertwined, rged, and eventually ford a dazzling giant sword, carrying the power to destroy the world, thunderously cleaving down.
“Sword of Spiritual Power, Wan Jian Gui Zong!”
ntal power condensed into ten thousand ‘Sword of Spiritual Power,’ then together ‘swoosh swoosh swoosh’ stabbed towards the phantom beast.
They rged into one, transford into a giant Sword of Spiritual Power.
If the phantom beast was in its peak state, it could withstand this sword.
But now, it was at its last gasp, with its spiritual power nearly depleted, clearly unable to withstand this sword.
“Boom!”
With a loud explosion, the giant sword descended, the enormous body of the phantom beast dissipating in the light, leaving only dust and faint residual waves in the air.
anwhile, the blood mist into which the phantom beast transford proved the ferocity of this battle and Lin Dong’s victory.
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